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Pain spread across Boba’s side as he hit the ground, landing on the fresh blaster wound. He hissed, forcing himself to shift onto his back, taking pressure off the wound. He didn’t realize this was a mistake until he felt warm liquid dripping onto the dirt. Blood.
Vader was still distracted by their attackers. Did he know Boba was injured?
Boba tried to call out to him, but nothing came out, just a broken whimper.
A sudden exhaustion overcame him, and as he faded in and out of consciousness, he could have sworn he felt metal hands lifting him gently.